I once met a girl, and I took her into my arms. She was different alright, but I wasn't going to give her up.

I had her write her story.

This is the story of Scorpio:

My name is Zoe. I go to a regular school with a regular life. It's not any different than the normal teenager. I jumped down the porch steps and started to walk to school. I noticed a few other men walk over to me, so, hastily I crossed the street.

"Where you going, nerd" one of the two boys called, "you forgot your daily beating!"

I sigh, and start to run. I was so different. Large thick glasses, milk white skin, messy short thick hair. They called me many names, mostly along the lines of 'nerd' and 'bed sheet'. It's what I get for not liking the outdoors.

I run and eventually got to school. Catching my breath, I walk in the front doors. I walk to my assigned locker and opened the door. I grabbed my backpack from the locker and headed to class.

I was stopped by a few more bullies. "Hey devil child, I heard you ran from our friends," I was surrounded. I started to look around, not giving an answer.

One of them grabbed my arm and wrote with black pen my birth date. 26/10. I looked up and saw them chuckling, "such white skin, but you were born with the devil."

I didn't understand. Sure my date was close to Halloween, but the devil shouldn't be assigned with the holiday.

I stuttered out a few "Whats". They began to beat me up, laughing, kicking, punching. They broke my glasses in the process. I barely got up and started to stumble. I tried to make it out of the school. They tripped me and I fell again.

I kept trying, and trying and trying and trying, but I always failed. Finally, I made it out the door. Doing the best I could, I attempted to run. I ran along the sidewalk. I tripped on a rock and landed right infront of a sheet of paper.

It said 'you can't run'. "What?" I whispered quietly to myself. I looked behind me and saw the bullies once more. They must've snuck up on me while I was trying to read the note with my bad vision.

I saw a hammer and other building supplies on the yard next to the sidewalk which I lay. I rolled over and picked up the hammer.

I stood up and smashed their skulls. I broke a different bone on each body, each hit finishing with the head, I ran towards the school.

My blood was pumping and I went on a frenzy. All the names, punches, tripping. I laughed a great laugh, one that felt good.

I wallked backwards from the school. I bumped into a tall man. I looked down at my bloody hands.

"What is your name, girl." I looked up at the man. He was tall and had a blank white face. I looked down at my hands again. I saw what was written on my wrist. "Scorpio..." I said.

"My name is Scorpio."

Now that you have read this tale, young children, I hope you know not to bully, as I shall send Scorpio to finish you off.

Sincerely,

Slenderman